See you in the ring….

[Well he won again. The march is picking up steam. People are falling each and every week. And to be honest, this tournament means nothing to him. His only goal, really is to get at one thing. Is it the title? Is it a person? Who knows? Well, he does.]

(Sitting in a dimly lit room, he has his hands behind his head. Looking at the ceiling he grins.)

Kostoff: Another one down huh? They keep putting these guys in front of me and I keep knocking them down.

Kostoff: This leads me to my end game.

(He told his head down as his grin grows wider.)

Kostoff: Now this week, I get Deacon. Now are we a Deacon as in a preist banging little boys?

Kostoff: Or are you something else? Maybe a personal dump truck, you take it and then the other leaves?

(The grin fades.)

Kostoff: Well fuck that. Those jokes and put downs get old, tiring really. So look, here it is boy.

Kostoff: See, once you get into the ring with me I am going to hurt you. Win or lose means nothing to me, ask around. All I want to do Deacon is hurt you. I want to make you scream out in agony.

(Getting up from the chair he makes his way to a wall and leans against it.)

Kostoff: Deacon you are a pawn on my chess board. You will be handled as such, so at the end of the day you stand no fucking chance.

(He looks into the camera and tilts his head.)

Kostoff: I am gonna make you bleed. That is a given. You are litteraly another speed bump. So what are you gonna do to show me different? What and how are you gonna stop me?

Kostoff: My path is interrupted by you and you are going to pay.

(Leaning away his smiles fades.)

Kostoff: I’m gonna fuck you up.

Kostoff: I’ll see you in the ring mother fucker

(Scene drifts to darkness)